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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.