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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.