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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.