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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.