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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Monks,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.