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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.