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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Organ,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.