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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Can,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.