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 China and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.