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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.