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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Fear,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.