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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Index,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.