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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.