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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Can,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.