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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Technova,
The Wake,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.