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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.