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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.