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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.