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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
UT,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.