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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Magma,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.