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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.