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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.