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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Brick,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.