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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.