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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Index,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.