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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terry Callier 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?
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.