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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.