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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.