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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.