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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.