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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.