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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.