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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.