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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
New Order,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.