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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.