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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.