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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.