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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.