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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.