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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.