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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.