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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.