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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.