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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.