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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.