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 Zimbabwe 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.