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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Technova,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.