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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.