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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.