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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.