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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.