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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.