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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.