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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
JFA,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.