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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.