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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.