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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Can,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Gong,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.