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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.