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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Kayak,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.