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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.