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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Wire,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Scion,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.