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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.