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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.