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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Slave,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.