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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.