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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.