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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.