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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.