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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.