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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Can,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.