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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.