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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.