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 South Sudan 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Mars,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.