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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.