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 Fiji 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.