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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.