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 Oman 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.