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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.