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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.