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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Wings,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.