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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.