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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Franke,
the Association,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.