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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.