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 Belarus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Cymande,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.