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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.