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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.