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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.