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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Scion,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.