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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.