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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 the Slits to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.