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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.