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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.