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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.