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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.