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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Faust,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.