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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
DNA,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Pole,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Organ,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.