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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.