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 Pakistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.