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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.