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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.