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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.