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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
the Association,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.