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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.