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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.