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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
DNA,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.