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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.