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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 New Order 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.