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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.