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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.