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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s 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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.