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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.