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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.