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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.