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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.