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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.