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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.