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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.