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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.