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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.