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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.