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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.