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 Comoros and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.