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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.