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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.