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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.