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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.