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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Smog,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.