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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
The Remains,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.