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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.