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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Human League to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.