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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Robert Görl 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.