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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.