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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.