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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
UT,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Erasure,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Franke,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.