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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.