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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.