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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.