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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Organ,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.