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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.