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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.