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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.