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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.