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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.