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 Canada 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.