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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Japan,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.