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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.