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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.