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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
New Order,
China Crisis,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.