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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
John Holt,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.