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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.