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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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?
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.