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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
MDC,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.