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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
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.