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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.