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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.