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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.