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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.