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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.