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 Mexico 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.