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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.