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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
MDC,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.