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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Skarface,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.