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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.