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 Marshall Islands 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Japan,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.