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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Busters,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.