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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.