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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.