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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.