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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.