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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.