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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 Lou Reed 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 Residents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
the Germs,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.