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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.