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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Wings,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.