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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.