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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Wire,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.