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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.