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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force 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 Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.