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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.