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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.