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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.