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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.