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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Standells to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.