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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Magazine,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Wings,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.