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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.