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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.