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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.