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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.