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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.