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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.