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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.