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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.