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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.