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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.