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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.