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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.