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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.