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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.