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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.