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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Faust,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.