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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.