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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.