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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Quantec,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.