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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Urselle,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.