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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.