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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.