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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.