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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.