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 Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.