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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.