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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the techno 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.