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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.