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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.