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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.