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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
The Names,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.