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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.