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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
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.