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 Colombia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.