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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.