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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.