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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.