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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
cv313,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Television,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.