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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
DNA,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.