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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.