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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
UT,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.