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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.