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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.