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 Norway and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.