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 Vietnam 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.