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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.