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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.