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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.