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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.