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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.