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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.