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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.