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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
AZ,
Mars,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.