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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.