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 India and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.