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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.