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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.