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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
X-102,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.