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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Magazine,
John Cale,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.