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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.