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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
10cc,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.