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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.