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 Greece 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.