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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.