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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.