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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.