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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.