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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.