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 Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
AZ,
New Order,
Index,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.