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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.