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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Ossler,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.