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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
The Cure,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.