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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.