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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.