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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.