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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.