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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.