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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.