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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.