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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.