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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.