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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.