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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.