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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.