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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.