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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.