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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & 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.