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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.