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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.