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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle 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?
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
ABC,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.