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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.