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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.