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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.