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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Liliput,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Pylon,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.