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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
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.