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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.