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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
MC5,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.