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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.