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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.