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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.