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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.