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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.