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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.