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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.