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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.