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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.