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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.