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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.