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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.