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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.