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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Move 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.