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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.