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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.