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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.