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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.