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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
ABC,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.