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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.