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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.