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 Belize 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
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.