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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.