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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.