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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.