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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.