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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Franke,
Josef K,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.