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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
the Normal,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.