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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Faust,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.