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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.