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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.