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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the jazz 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.