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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Nico,
Shoche,
DNA,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.