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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.