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 France and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Index,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.