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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Ludus 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.