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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
the Association,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.