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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.