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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.