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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Make Up,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.