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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.