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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.