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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.