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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Monolake,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.