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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.