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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.