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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.