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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Y Pants 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.