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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.