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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.