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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.