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 Fiji and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.