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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.