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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.