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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.