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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monks to the rock 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Swans,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Mars,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.