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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.