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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
New Order,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.