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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.