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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.