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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Pretty Things to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.