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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.