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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.