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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
The Names,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.