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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.