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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.