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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Brick,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.