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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.