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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Index,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.