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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Scion,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.