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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.