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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.