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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Crime,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.