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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.