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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.