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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.