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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.