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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.