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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Doors to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.