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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
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.