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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.