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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Fear to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.