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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.