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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.