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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
ABC,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.