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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.