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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.