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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.