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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Move to the funk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.