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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.