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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.