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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.