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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.