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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.