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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.