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 Yemen and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.