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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.