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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Juan Atkins 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
DNA,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.