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 Uzbekistan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Newcleus,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.