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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.