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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Whodini,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.