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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
The Move,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.