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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.