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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
CMW,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.