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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.