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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 The American Breed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.