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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.