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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.