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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
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.