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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.