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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.