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 Indonesia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.