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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.