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 Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.