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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.