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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.