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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
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.