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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.