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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Television,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.