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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.