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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.