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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.