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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.