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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.