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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.