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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.