Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.