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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.