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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ituana,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.