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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.