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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.