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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.