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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
UT,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.