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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.