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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.