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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.