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 Romania and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s 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 The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.