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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.