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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.