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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.