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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Pole,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.