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 Oman and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.