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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.