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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Smiths 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.