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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
UT,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.