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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.