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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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.