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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Deakin,
Liliput,
June Days,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.