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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.