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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Index,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.