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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Monks,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.