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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Can,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.