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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.