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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.