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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.