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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Television,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.