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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.