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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
The Index,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.