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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.