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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.