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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
UT,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.