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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.