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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Nico,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.