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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.