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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Monolake,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.