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 South Africa 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Crime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.