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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.