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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.