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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Wings,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.