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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.