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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.