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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.