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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.