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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.