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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
X-101,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.