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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Pole 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.