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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Yaz,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.