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 Sierra Leone 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.