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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.