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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.