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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.