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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Quantec,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.