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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.