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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.