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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.