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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.