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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.