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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.