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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.