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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.