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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.