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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Wings,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Human League,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.