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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
CMW,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.