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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.