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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.