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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the rock 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.