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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.