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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.