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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.