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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.