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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.