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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.