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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers 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 crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.