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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.