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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.