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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.