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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.