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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Index,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Yellowson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.