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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.