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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.