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 United Kingdom 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.