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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.