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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.