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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.