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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.