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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.