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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the funk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.