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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.