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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.