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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
the Swans,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.