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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.