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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.