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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 guitar 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.