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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.