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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Nico,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Ronan,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Technova,
Q65,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Crime,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.