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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
JFA,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.