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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.