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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.