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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.