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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.