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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.