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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Cameo,
Visage,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.